<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=542957" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Mazarine Blue</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her soul’s addiction to ultimate fascination<br>Has turned into miraculous infatuation.<br>In a cart of silver light mantled with golden beams<br>The scent of heavenly perfection conquered her dreams.<br>She thought of herself as a mazarine blue<br>Playfully flying from rose to rose.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She pondered about the purpose of her creation<br>But got no answers and received no revelation.<br>The cart was her ride to heavens far above the sky<br>Where she lived unconscientiously as a butterfly.<br>She thought of herself as a mazarine blue<br>Playfully flying from rose to rose.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She asked about her torture and cruel detention<br>And why nobody's given her any attention.<br>“Listen to my outcries, ye most evading of all! ”<br>She irefully screamed at the world before she did fall.<br>She thought of herself as a mazarine blue<br>Playfully flying from rose to rose.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She’s scorned and beaten, but she feels no indignation, <br>While her folks give a Miss Blabla the nomination.<br>Her suffering has grown into a scary oak tree<br>Which the world has bitterly watered since she was three.<br>She thought of herself as a mazarine blue<br>Playfully flying from rose to rose.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her dream has gone with the wind into no direction<br>For no one has heard her screams or felt her rejection.<br>She’s now crushed by her society and victimized; <br>She’s humiliated and for breathing criticized.<br>She thought of herself as a mazarine blue<br>Playfully flying from rose to rose.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Changing her destiny for better is her mission.<br>She wants the cart to send her away to her passion<br>Of th’ utopian life that she has always dreamed about.<br>But alas! Years will pass before her dream comes about.<br>She thought of herself as a mazarine blue<br>Playfully flying from rose to rose.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> 24 July 2009</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Montazar+AnNayef">Montazar AnNayef</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=542957" data-title="A Mazarine Blue de Montazar AnNayef" data-description="Her soul’s addiction to ultimate fascination Has turned into miraculous infatuation. In a cart of silver light mantled with golden beams The scent of heavenly perfection conquered her dreams. She thought of herself as a mazarine blue Playfully f..."></div> </div> </div>

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